I slowly let my eyes unfold scanning the blue ceiling. The Chattering now reducing round the room.
"Owww" I cry...my head hurts
"She awake" a familiar feminine voice addresses.
"Yeah no shit Sherlock!" I smirk.
"You better lower your tone. Do you know how much trouble you are in?!?!" The lady who I met earlier spoke.
I still don't know her name. The security guards addressed her as miss so I'll just call her that. Miss.
"I still don't know your name Miss?" I go off topic.
She looks aggravated.
I take a quick look around... I am sat on the cold floor in the same previous setting I remember. (The eating area)
I then spot the bitch who had the guts to hit me on the corner giggling with Jena . That bitch still has blood on her nose.
But I can't believe I let her beat me ?!
All the students that gathered where not present only me, Miss, the bitch, Jena and two security guards...
My gosh this looks like a crime sce-
Someone's phone buzzes
I then look at Miss who just stared at her phone, then stared back at me.
"Go on,permission granted" I say
The two bitches gasp as if they witnessed a murder.
Before I could say anything....
"Trevor come with me," she addresses Trevor.
Oh Trevor was here too.
I looked at him as he walked out with Miss.
this is all my fault
I self assure myself.
...what if he looses his job.
They both exit... the horrible ringtone still lingering though .
I proceed to the door.
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My Therapist -
Teen FictionMy parents thought having a therapist is great... due to my past life. In a psychiatrist cell ... underground. with people of my kind. Trevor Hall My therapist.
